Friday, 29 July 2011

I'm Not A Fire Starter!



The invitation for our Aikido club BBQ this weekend proclaims:


"Bring your own drinks! Meat and fire provided!"


Well, that's a relief then... I'm not really into carrying my own fire around with me, how about you?


Cosy tales by the fire - photo taken by Nat at Anahim Lake (read more here)


Indeed, the only time it's really appropriate to run around with fire in your hands is..well.. probably if you're taking part in the Olympic Torch Relay. With the London 2012 Games set to start in just under a year's time, this week's newspapers have been full of stories about the upcoming events.


2012 Olympic Medals Unveiled This Week - photo from here


The Olympic Flame will arrive from Greece on 18 May 2012, and the torch relay will kick off in Land’s End, Cornwall, and continue for 70 days...travelling as far as the outer Hebrides... on an 8,000-mile journey that will culminate at the opening ceremony of the Games on July 27.



The 2012 Olympic Torch - photo from here



The public have been asked to nominate “inspirational members of the community” to be the 8,000 torchbearers in the relay. One such nominee is 82-year old Gordon Roberts, a friendly tramp from Bournemouth, who is well known for always knowing the correct time, despite never wearing a watch. At least he can be relied on to be on time if he is chosen....



Always on time Gordan - photo from here



Have a great weekend, everyone!

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Travel News Tuesday

So, I mentioned last week that some exciting travel plans are afoot. Well they most certainly are! I was waiting to confirm flights and tour date bookings, but now we're all set.

I have been hankering after a trip to South -East Asia for ages, and have finally booked to go to.....


drum roll and fanfare!


.......Vietnam and Cambodia in April 2012!

Here's where we'll be going, starting in Hanoi, Vietnam and ending our tour in Siem Riep, Cambodia...


Highlights of the trip include...


A 2-day cruise on a converted junk in Halong Bay (pic from here)


Exploring ancient Hoi An (pic from here)


Negotiating rush hour traffic in bustling Saigon (pic from here)


Relaxing in Mui Ne beach resort (pic from here)


Sunset over the Mui Ne sand dunes (pic from here)


The Mekong Delta (pic from here)



The ancient temple complexes at Angkor, including Angkor Wat - Cambodia (pic from here)



Anyone else out there planning some travels? Do share...

Monday, 25 July 2011

Always Remember To Look Up

The painted ceilings of Bolsover Castle that I wrote about here are worth a post all of their own.


The ceiling showing Christ's ascension into heaven surrounded by angels. It was painted in 1619 and adorns the Heaven Room (one of two small closets opening off the master bedchamber). 























The Pagan Room



The Star Chamber

Saturday, 23 July 2011

A Dark Day For The Land Of The Midnight Sun



Henrik Ibsen, a major Norwegian playwright of the late 19th century, once wrote…

“A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as one deed”.

Sadly, his words ring painfully true for the horrific events that unfolded in his country yesterday: a gunman dressed as a police officer killed at least 85 people at a summer camp on an island outside Oslo after blowing up a further seven in the capital.

A thousand words cannot describe the terror that this man’s deed has inflicted on his victims and their families.

My thoughts lie with the people of the beautiful country of Norway.



Picture from here

Friday, 22 July 2011

Bolsover Castle

A few weekends back, I spent a couple of very pleasant hours at Bolsover Castle in Derbyshire, exploring the castle and its grounds...







Bolsover Castle  began life in the 12th century as a fortification belonging to the Perevel family, and became Crown property in 1155 when the third William Peverel fled into exile. The castle changed hands a number of times until its materials were stripped and sold during the 14th century. It remained in a sorry state until it was sold to Sir Charles Cavendish, son of Bess of Hardwick in 1608. Sir Charles set about re-building the castle, a process which was continued by his son William Cavendish, later 1st Duke of Newcastle upon Tyne.


Copper Beech


Old Stables


During the Civil War Bolsover Castle was taken by the Parliamentarians who slighted it and it again fell into a ruinous state. However William Cavendish added a new hall and staterooms to the Terrace Range and, by the time of his death in 1676, the castle had been restored to good order. It passed through the female line into the Bentinck family, and ultimately became one of the seats of the Dukes of Portland. After 1883 the castle was uninhabited and eventually given to the nation by the 7th Duke of Portland in 1945. The castle is now in the care of English Heritage.





Castle Garden













Fireplace in the Pillar Parlour


Tuesday, 19 July 2011

Wish I Was There Tuesday



I have a serious travel bug at the moment...itching to go somewhere exotic and unknown. Some very exciting plans are afoot.... more on them soon! But for today, I'm going to revamp an old feature I used to run way back when... well, when I was also hard pressed for new and exciting material to post on here.

Today, we're in one of my favourite European destinations....Italy!

Back in 2008, on a walking holiday in Tuscany that I wrote about here, we did a day trip to the Liguria region. A bit of a long haul on two separate and very infrequent trains (we made the second one by a whisker!) but we were finally on the rugged coastline called the Cinque Terre ("The Five Lands" composed of five villages: Monterosso al Mare, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola and Riomaggiore). The hills above the villages are criss-crossed by a network of footpaths linking the villages and little dry-stone-walled vineyards.


Map found here

It was an incredibly hot day... the Italian Riveria in July is scorchio! The paths range from fairly easy going and smooth, to steep steps and rock-strewn. I found it a challenge to hike in parts and was grateful of my comfy, sturdy boots to negotiate some of the rougher paths. I was astounded to be overtaken in places by... ahem!...mature Italian ladies, tripping along in their flimsy high heeled, strappy sandals, not even breaking a sweat!

Superb views all the way....











Foccacia!

Feel free to join in with your very own WIWTT....


Monday, 18 July 2011

Notes From Nat, Again!

Dear Annoying, Demanding Client

Yes, we all know that you have tight schedules, and that those tight schedules are all the more “challenging” (to use your terminology) because you are going on holiday at the end of this week... no doubt somewhere warm and tropical like the Bahamas or the Maldives or the Italian Rivieria... not that I give a monkeys! But when I am working all the hours of the day, and weekends too to meet your timelines (and seriously neglecting my blog and blogger friends in the process) please do NOT keep reminding me that you are sodding off on holiday! Hope it rains all the time you’re there...



.......................

Dear British Summer

You suck! Actually you blow... wind mostly, accompanied by bursts of torrential rain...then sudden heat and sunshine....more rain, repeat cycle! You’d better get your act together for 2012, else the Olympics are going to be a washout! Why do I care? I didn’t get any tickets... neither did most Londoners, whose council tax is actually paying for the whole shenanigan!



Love and kisses
Nat x
 
............

Friday, 8 July 2011

The Story Of The Little Pink Dress

Once upon a time....well, back in 2006... a Little Pink Dress was made in a factory in a land far, far away (probably somewhere in Bangladesh or China to be precise). The very pink Little Pink Dress (some would even call her fuschia or cerise) was packed in a box, along with many other similar dresses, and sent on a big ship all the way to England.





The Little Pink Dress was soon hanging up in a shop called Hobbs, on London's famous Bond Street. It was there that she caught the eye of a weary Nat... a Nat who had spent the previous 10 hours desperately hunting for a dress (any dress!) and was just about to admit defeat.

The same Nat, who ordinarily wouldn't set foot into smart boutiques on Bond Street... shops where the dressing rooms have no mirrors and you have to come out and parade yourself in front of the critical eye of the brutally honest shop assistants....

"Not that one.....it makes you look even bigger than you are!"

"Never, ever, ever should you wear a skirt like that!"

But then....

"Yes! The Little Pink Dress... she is The One!".

The Little Pink Dress was wrapped lovingly in tissue and taken home by Nat. Just a few days later, she was carefully packed in a suitcase and flown out to Cape Town.... where she found herself at a beautiful wedding at the elegant, and fittingly pink, Mount Nelson Hotel.


The Mount Nelson

The Little Pink Dress quickly got a taste for luxury hotels.... just over a year later, she presented herself at another wedding, this time at the ultimately luxurious Ritz Hotel in London. And although she had to share the stage with Nat's Little Black Dress who came out for the evening reception... it was the Little Pink Dress who got to ride in the limo and make the grand entrance into the Ritz.


Palm Court, The Ritz


Fast forward a year or two, and the Little Pink Dress found herself in slightly more homely surroundings.... an old English church on the Sussex Downs, for the Christening of Nat's goddaughter. Still a smart affair, but somewhat low key after the two posh weddings.



By now, the Little Pink Dress was beginning to get a bit tired... she had a feeling that her glory days were over and she was soon to be overlooked for the newer, trendier Little Red Dress. And sadly, this was so.

The Little Pink Dress languished at the back of the wardrobe for a couple of years. Once or twice, Nat took her out and mulled over giving her one last outing, but it was not to be so. Mainly because in the years since Nat first tried on the Little Pink Dress, there had been more than the odd chocolate passing between Nat's lips.. and settling on her hips.

The truth is that the Little Pink Dress did not fit Nat so well anymore, but she was reluctant to admit this. The Little Pink Dress resigned herself to remaining forever more in the dark confines of the Spare Bedroom Cupboard.

Then early last Sunday morning, the Little Pink Dress was jolted from her sleep.... she was going somewhere.... yes definitely going somewhere! Packed in a bag and then into a car.... where could she be off to?
 
A wedding? Maybe another Christening.... possibly even a posh lunch or birthday do?

"Goody goody!" thought the Little Pink Dress.... "I'm back on trend (and Nat's lost a pound or two!)".

Where oh where are we going? A Country Hotel? A Cosmopolitan London restaurant with ambience? A lush Garden Party?
 
A CAR BOOT* SALE?????!!!!!
 
Oh the indignity of it all!!!  Draped over a box for display....jostling for space with old books, CDs and tools and all manner of old tat that Nat was trying to sell. How could the fortunes of the Little Pink Dress be so badly turned?
 
But, the Little Pink Dress quickly found herself at the centre of attention... loads of ladies came over to have a look at her, held her against themselves, hummed and hawed over whether she would fit them. But one lady in particular fell completely in love with the Little Pink Dress. She was just the thing for a wedding the lady was attending next month and she was overjoyed to take ownership of the Little Pink Dress!

And so....like all good fairy stories.... our tale of the Little Pink Dress ends happily after all. The Little Pink Dress has a new owner to love and cherish her and take her out to a wedding, and Nat has an extra £20 in her purse and free space in her wardrobe!


The End

* Car trunk in the US